Also wanting to get a farewell gift, Yang Lu was crazy about it, desperately looking for the traces left by Walter, the secretly hidden photos were soaked into fine crumbs by the rain, and he could not hide his tears. The cold light of a string of necklaces hurt my eyes on the thunderstorm night, so I went to pick them desperately. Lightning broke Yang Lu's relationship with the necklace, and the palm of his hand was bleeding, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow.
Freedom is the soul of dance, I will forget you.
The boy's small carcass embraced the officer's sturdy naked body, FUCK ethics, warm and touching.
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